Rogue wasn't paying as much attention as she should have been. She was enjoying their sharing of knowledge, riding the high of finally having something she could give him to be useful, like with the cooking. That was why she was so careless when she reached out for the cloth, why her fingertips touched his skin when she shouldn't have gotten anywhere close to it.

The pull was there as her powers kicked in, but it was the light tugging of their first experiment and not the rushing wave of the arena. Still, it jolted her, his energy feeling like being shocked with static electricity, and she jerked her hand back with the cloth before any real damage could be done.

"Sorry," she mumbled, trying not to dissolve into the overly apologetic mess she'd been after the arena. She set to work cleaning the ink from her fingers, trying to be quick about it so she could put her gloves back on again.